The will was given to his lawyers, Sandringham, Bellew and
Fitch, with instructions not to open it for twenty years. When it was
opened, it was found that them twenty millions was left to his only
nephew, Delancey. Alex has opened a law office downtown under the name
of Sandringham, Bellew and Fitch, so's to take care of the reporters
and other guys of a inquisitive nature. Then comes the kick.

Delancey, a handsome and accomplished young giant, is tired of the
"sham and deceit" of his own "exalted social set" and it's his ambition
to wed a girl of the common people and let her enjoy some of the
millions his hard-fisted uncle wrung from their toil. He also has
another aim in life and that is to accomplish a sweepin' reform of the
movie game. He's always been a great fan himself, but he's sick of the
impossible plays which has been foisted on a innocent and nickel
spendin' public. Therefore, he has organized his own movie company,
will produce his own pictures from real life stories of the eternal
struggle, and last but not least, he'll appear personally in them
himself, to gratify a whim he's had since he first looked over the side
of a cradle. He thinks the average movie hero is sickenin', and he
wants to show the world how a real hero would act. He will appear in
twelve pictures only. Each will be a episode in the greatest mystery
story ever written entitled, "What was Hector's Choice?" Every single
female in the country is invited to see this picture and send in their
solution of the mystery. _The one that comes nearest to the correct
answer will become the bride of Delancy Calhoun and his twenty million
bucks_.

Oh, boy!!!

"Alex," I says, "I'll tell the world this is great stuff! It must be
gonna cost you a bunch of money. Where do you get off?"

"Your head and glue is the two thickest things I ever seen," he says.
"Where do I get mine, hey? I get it from the sale of the pictures this
bird makes. In a coupla months they'll be riots in theatres all over
the country to see this guy in the movies!"

"Maybe," I says. "But how are you gonna pull 'em in? Right off the
bat he's gotta compete with Chaplin, Mary Pickford and the like."

"I didn't wanna spring my ace so soon on you," he says, "but I guess I
got to. How am I gonna pull 'em in? This way--_single women will be
admitted free at every theatre where this picture is shown_!"

Wheee!!!!

"You're there, Alex!" I admits. "But suppose the